melissa isaacson

  • The gift that keeps giving

    My husband wanted to get me a real birthday present this year, he really did. Because he gets nervous doing it on his own, he dangled all kinds of nice ideas. Jewelry even. I guess he still remembers how I reacted the year he got a new TV for our bedroom and tried to pass it off as a gift.

    So he really tried. And what did I do?

  • I golf

    I might complain that I’m sore from my two days of golf over the last week, but when you’re married to someone who has spent the last five days shoveling dirt, they win.

    Yes, Rick is still sweating and digging a giant hole in our front yard – it’s like watching an old prison movie. Any time now, he tells me, he will locate the rest of the sprinkler pipe damaged by the people looking for the other damaged pipe. I don’t really understand and I don’t want to, but I do know I want to rent “Cool Hand Luke” tonight.

  • Happy Father’s Day, honey

    I would have wished my husband a Happy Father’s Day this morning, but I couldn’t find him.

    Rick always – and I mean, always – wakes up before I do, so having to hunt him down is not something with which I am unfamiliar.

    I looked in the kitchen, where he normally empties the dishwasher, but he wasn’t there.

    I looked in the laundry room, where he often passes time making up for a week of dirty clothes on Sunday mornings, but he wasn’t there.

  • Victory . . . . for me and the Blackhawks

    Now that the Blackhawks’ season is over, I can share with you my most enduring memory of the playoffs. Because ESPN prohibits its employees from writing anything about sports for any other outlet, I trust my loyal following – you – will not let them know. I also trust that this blog is not big enough to be considered an “outlet.”
    The day – last Wednesday, otherwise known as Game 6 — started out like any other. That is, I was running late.

  • Fine Dining

    With the Stanley Cup Finals between the Blackhawks and Philadelphia Flyers heating up and the series returning to Chicago tied at two games apiece, it’s only natural that as a reporter, my thoughts turn to one thing.
    The pregame meal at the United Center.